T_O_A_D Posted February 21, 2012 Report Share Posted February 21, 2012 A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death's doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven. There, spread out on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife. she said: "Stay out of those," "They're for the funeral!" Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DD_Brando Posted February 23, 2012 Report Share Posted February 23, 2012 So true. I can just imagine Valda doing that Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BadAim Posted February 24, 2012 Report Share Posted February 24, 2012 LOL! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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